A/N: No, I don't own any of the characters from the movie (damn!) but I do
own Maureen.
Sorry this took a long time coming!
An Old Friend
Rafe stood up and looked at the object that was in his hand. Shock still there he started to shake a little as he began to open up the letter. "What the hell.After all this time? Why now?" he just kept on muttering to himself.
Maureen limped over to him. "Rafe, what's wrong?"
Rafe didn't even turn his body to look at her. "It's nothing. Just sit down please".
Maureen kept her ground. She moved closer and held his arm. "Rafe, you're shaking. What's does this letter have to do with it?
Rafe, quivering, said "Maureen.please-''
"Rafe, what is this letter doing to you? Who is it from?"
Rafe just stood there, pale and shaking as he opened up the letter a little more. The envelope fell to the ground and Maureen, with difficulty, picked it up. With a questioning voice she said "Daniel Walker? Who is he Rafe?". Then realisation dawned on her. "Oh, Rafe, he isn't the Danny that you were talking about is he?"
"Maureen, please!" he said loudly. He didn't shout, just said it in a loud voice.
She paused, but didn't let go of the envelope. Rafe walked over to a big armchair with the letter and fell onto it. Maureen stayed where she was for the moment. She knew that he needed to think about this. "Rafe," she said softly, "I will make a bit of tea, that always helps when one is upset," and moved over to the kitchen, cursing things under her breath as she moved around looking for different items.
Rafe, with expressionless eyes, turned towards the letter that read:
"Dear Rafe, Both Evelyn and I have tried writing you over the past months and years with no reply. So this will be the last we will send. I am sorry Rafe, you were the big brother, and the protector, and I changed that. So I am sorry, I really am. The main reason I am writing you is not for myself, not for Evelyn, but for our son. Yes, I have a son. He was born three months ago, healthy, dark hair like mine and eyes like Evelyn's he is beautiful. We named him Rafe, Rafe James Walker. I'm sure you know where the Rafe came from, and James is from Col. Doolittle. It would mean a lot to both for you to come and see your namesake. This is technically our second child though. Evelyn miscarried during her fourth month, and just started to recover last year, before she was pregnant the second time. It would really mean a lot to see you again Rafe, for Evelyn, little Rafe, and me. It would also be great to have my big brother back. You have the address, do something about it, please.
Danny"
Folding the letter carefully and placing it on the table, Rafe held the same empty expression. Then with out notice, tears started to come down his cheeks. Maureen seeing this, came over, and rubbed his back. He put his arms around her and cried like he was five years old and afraid of the dark. "He was my best friend, my best friend," Rafe kept on muttering and all Maureen could do was just hold him as he cried.
Soon the tears subsided and Maureen finally asked her question, "Was this plane stealing Danny?" Rafe nodded. "Tell me about him."
Rafe gave a little laugh, "long story short, we grew up side by side, joined the navy together, and battled a war together."
Maureen's eyes widened. She guessed they were good friends at one point, just not that good. "Tell me what happened, longer version."
Rafe sighed, knew it was time to get this out. "We grew up in the same town, farms next to one another, my father was a crop-duster, Danny's was a farmer, a broken down wreck. I taught Danny to fly when we were seven years old and he taught me to read. When we both hit the legal age we joined the navy to fly.
While there, Danny wanted to have fun; flying was only a temporary thing, a quick fling, then over. I wanted more, combat. So I put in to be in England. Then I met Evelyn"
Maureen cringed. "She came between you two didn't she?" Maureen asked in a small voice.
Rafe reached over and grabbed her hand. "Without really knowing it. I went to England, and was shot down over the sea. Both of them thought I was dead. Then, while comforting one another, well-um. when I came back from 'the dead', Evelyn was pregnant. Danny and I bombed Japan.. Crash landing in China, then we came home, he left we Evelyn, and I haven't seen him since."
Maureen was still for a few moments. So much had happened, so much pain and suffering. She laid her hand on his shoulder. In a whisper she said, "Then I guess we both know what the next step has to be".
Rafe looked at her in the eyes, and all he could do was nod. It was time to face his past, his demons. It was finally time to face Danny.
A/N: Love it? Hate it? I would love to know what you think! Thanks to the people who have reviewed.
Sorry this took a long time coming!
An Old Friend
Rafe stood up and looked at the object that was in his hand. Shock still there he started to shake a little as he began to open up the letter. "What the hell.After all this time? Why now?" he just kept on muttering to himself.
Maureen limped over to him. "Rafe, what's wrong?"
Rafe didn't even turn his body to look at her. "It's nothing. Just sit down please".
Maureen kept her ground. She moved closer and held his arm. "Rafe, you're shaking. What's does this letter have to do with it?
Rafe, quivering, said "Maureen.please-''
"Rafe, what is this letter doing to you? Who is it from?"
Rafe just stood there, pale and shaking as he opened up the letter a little more. The envelope fell to the ground and Maureen, with difficulty, picked it up. With a questioning voice she said "Daniel Walker? Who is he Rafe?". Then realisation dawned on her. "Oh, Rafe, he isn't the Danny that you were talking about is he?"
"Maureen, please!" he said loudly. He didn't shout, just said it in a loud voice.
She paused, but didn't let go of the envelope. Rafe walked over to a big armchair with the letter and fell onto it. Maureen stayed where she was for the moment. She knew that he needed to think about this. "Rafe," she said softly, "I will make a bit of tea, that always helps when one is upset," and moved over to the kitchen, cursing things under her breath as she moved around looking for different items.
Rafe, with expressionless eyes, turned towards the letter that read:
"Dear Rafe, Both Evelyn and I have tried writing you over the past months and years with no reply. So this will be the last we will send. I am sorry Rafe, you were the big brother, and the protector, and I changed that. So I am sorry, I really am. The main reason I am writing you is not for myself, not for Evelyn, but for our son. Yes, I have a son. He was born three months ago, healthy, dark hair like mine and eyes like Evelyn's he is beautiful. We named him Rafe, Rafe James Walker. I'm sure you know where the Rafe came from, and James is from Col. Doolittle. It would mean a lot to both for you to come and see your namesake. This is technically our second child though. Evelyn miscarried during her fourth month, and just started to recover last year, before she was pregnant the second time. It would really mean a lot to see you again Rafe, for Evelyn, little Rafe, and me. It would also be great to have my big brother back. You have the address, do something about it, please.
Danny"
Folding the letter carefully and placing it on the table, Rafe held the same empty expression. Then with out notice, tears started to come down his cheeks. Maureen seeing this, came over, and rubbed his back. He put his arms around her and cried like he was five years old and afraid of the dark. "He was my best friend, my best friend," Rafe kept on muttering and all Maureen could do was just hold him as he cried.
Soon the tears subsided and Maureen finally asked her question, "Was this plane stealing Danny?" Rafe nodded. "Tell me about him."
Rafe gave a little laugh, "long story short, we grew up side by side, joined the navy together, and battled a war together."
Maureen's eyes widened. She guessed they were good friends at one point, just not that good. "Tell me what happened, longer version."
Rafe sighed, knew it was time to get this out. "We grew up in the same town, farms next to one another, my father was a crop-duster, Danny's was a farmer, a broken down wreck. I taught Danny to fly when we were seven years old and he taught me to read. When we both hit the legal age we joined the navy to fly.
While there, Danny wanted to have fun; flying was only a temporary thing, a quick fling, then over. I wanted more, combat. So I put in to be in England. Then I met Evelyn"
Maureen cringed. "She came between you two didn't she?" Maureen asked in a small voice.
Rafe reached over and grabbed her hand. "Without really knowing it. I went to England, and was shot down over the sea. Both of them thought I was dead. Then, while comforting one another, well-um. when I came back from 'the dead', Evelyn was pregnant. Danny and I bombed Japan.. Crash landing in China, then we came home, he left we Evelyn, and I haven't seen him since."
Maureen was still for a few moments. So much had happened, so much pain and suffering. She laid her hand on his shoulder. In a whisper she said, "Then I guess we both know what the next step has to be".
Rafe looked at her in the eyes, and all he could do was nod. It was time to face his past, his demons. It was finally time to face Danny.
A/N: Love it? Hate it? I would love to know what you think! Thanks to the people who have reviewed.